That’s what you do when you get 6″ of snow but have solo custody of a very small child the next day and you know you have to be able to drive to the store at some point. Did that for just over an hour tonight (I’m writing Sunday night because I have to get up with the toddler in the morning for day 3). Tired. Time to put the pics in the post and then kill zombies for a while.

So, it’s almost time for the best non-holiday holiday of the year. We’ve been cooped up in our wintry nests long enough that it seems reasonable for us to rely on a rodent to scry our future – whatevs; the little beast prolly can’t be any worse at it than the local weather man/woman/person/Akava’ine/ Bakla/Bissu/ Calabai/Fa’afafine/ Fakaleiti/ Hijra/ Kathoey/ Khanith/ Koekchuch/ Māhū Maknyah/ Mukhannathun/ Muxe/ Sworn virgin/ Takatāpui/ Travesti/ Two-Spirit/ Winkte…. you get the point.

So what I’ve learned is that I’m not managing stress well at all lately. I’ve taken too much on, or at least what I’ve taken on has swelled beyond what I can cope with adequately. I need to spend some effort on dealing with that, managing it, because it’s not going away any time soon.

Mare’s Musings

February 18, 2018

I’ll tell you, I had to turn the Olympics off last night. The gay overload with the gay flags and gayness and the gay skier and the all about gay was too much for me. How does being gay have ANYTHING to do with skiing unless you’re purposefully landing on a pole?